Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - Poem by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
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Comments about Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

  • Gold Star - 45,623 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/28/2015 9:09:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem on snow and it is really amazing. (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 732 Points Ahmad Husain (1/5/2015 12:35:00 AM)

    Simply great poem by a great poet! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Iren Moen (1/3/2015 8:05:00 AM)

    I simply love it. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,074 Points Dr. A.celestine Raj Manohar Md (1/3/2015 4:24:00 AM)

    the structure is good and unique but the conclusion simply awesome and great. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 45,623 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/2/2015 8:41:00 AM)

    I reads this poem in second time and still makes me happy and entertained on account of its beauty. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 7,657 Points Eric Ericson (11/12/2014 4:34:00 AM)

    I like the way the rhymes go,1121 2232 3342 4444 while the repetition of the last line stops the meter. very nice. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 45,623 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (10/27/2014 12:57:00 AM)

    A great poem is here. By the great poet. The beauty of life and life journey, difficulties to pass the journey between the woods and frozen lake wonderfully made the poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 4 Points Joyce Swait (10/24/2014 6:41:00 AM)

    This is a young man setting off on life's journey and coming to terms with the loneliness and isolation, which he is now realising is a part of the course he has chosen. He boosts his morale by reminding himself of his acquaintance with the owner of the woods and rationalises this by pretending to himself that the owner would be interested or concerned about him travelling through the woods, when really he knows it is no big deal for the owner. Still feeling his loneliness, he anthropomorphises the horse, attributing to the animal human thoughts. Perhaps the young man does not really believe that the horse thinks in such terms, but in making it near-human, he feels less alone and tries to cheer himself. The normal twitch of a horse, tossing its head, was not done to send a message in the bells - it is just what horses do when they are standing around. But this is a bleak time in the young man's life. The cold and snow fit his mood - he has reached the darkest time he has known in his life. But he is on a journey. Promises were made - maybe only to himself - it does not matter - he is realising for the first time that his chosen life is not going to be easy - he is travelling 'the road less travelled by' and feels that his life will cover a long, long distance before his final sleep. It is about self-deception, discovery of our true self, and finally, acceptance that life is not all sunshine and roses. Frost's genius is to put so much intense emotion into such apparently simple, everyday language. The rhythm and pace of the words leave you holding your breath. His descriptions succinctly form a full picture in our minds. Frost leaves it up to the reader to interpret himself. (Report) Reply

    Gold Star - 45,623 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (10/27/2014 12:59:00 AM)

    A useful writing to understand the poem and thanks.

  • Gold Star - 5,642 Points John Richter (10/20/2014 1:08:00 PM)

    Classic Frost! A moment's rest to witness a sight of beauty - and then fill the page with the solemnness and solitude that he endured while enjoying it. I see snow flakes pass by and a hear the faintest bell ring every time I read this poem.... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 390 Points Stephen Loomes (10/4/2014 8:48:00 PM)

    the farmer looking out his door, says it's only Frost the jerk next door, he's having one of his moments there, writing doggerel without a care, for his poor horse out in the snow, and he'll be a while, his thoughts are slow, and his noble steed, like me, must wait upon his musing, never a thought for those he's abusing. It is as if an ass is on a horse, what a spectacle in the snow, as the horse and the farmer wait, for the old bore to go. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,830 Points Oduro Bright Amoh (9/20/2014 7:50:00 AM)

    This poem has always been my favourite since infancy. It is one of those that inspired me to write (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,428 Points Sagnik Chakraborty (9/10/2014 10:58:00 AM)

    The eternal question of, and answer to, the love of beauty vs. the call of duty. Undoubtedly one of my most favourite poems in English, or any other language. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Tim Smith (9/2/2014 5:00:00 PM)

    Many years ago, I had to write a paper on Frosts, Birches. Research showed others with weird interpretations. Mine received an A.
    My point being poetry can mean something different to each reader. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Tim Smith (9/2/2014 4:58:00 PM)

    I would have read it with different accents. It is a favorite of mine though.
    I once read a Readers digest story of an English teacher who ran into a student years later, and having been wondering how much of what she had taught and this former student had kept, he stated that he had to go shouting, miles to go before I sleep. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,218 Points Richard Provencher (8/26/2014 9:36:00 AM)

    This is my favourite Robert Frost poem. In fact his work has encouraged me to write many nature poems. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 11 Points George Wolff (8/22/2014 3:34:00 PM)

    The speaker is riding alone in his hourse-drawn sled on a snowy evening. He stops to watch the woods fill up with snow, but he is aware the oweer might be suspicious and his horse wants to get to warmth and food and get his harness off. The speaker feels the tension between his pleasure in stopping and the bonds that tie him to society and to practical demands. He will go on to meet these demands but the stopping has been good. It was an impractical escape into aesthetic pleasure, in his mind associated with sleep and perhaps even resting in peace after death. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (8/19/2014 8:09:00 AM)

    This is the famous poem and the last or concluding stanza is much more effective, I think this is the stanza which is thesoul of the poem, above three stanza is only supporting and paving path for the last...superb p[oem My salutation to the poet, may he live in peace (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,945 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (8/16/2014 12:12:00 PM)

    Robert Frost will always be my favorite poet..he is my the image of the sleigh ride, the snow and the quietude of the evening ride... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 75 Points Ishita Chakrabarty (8/14/2014 2:15:00 PM)

    This poem has an altruistic air about it.Frost's poems always remind me about the choices we make in life.His poems make me crave for more.According to me sleep denotes the eternal sleep - death. Seems more like we have a lot to achieve before death can force us asleep. (Report) Reply

    Veteran Poet - 1,428 Points Sagnik Chakraborty (9/10/2014 11:11:00 AM)

    I agree, 'sleep' refers to death, the ultimate rest that we go to. But before we can afford to bid Good night to the world, we have before us our duties, for which, if need be, we must also sacrifice our love for beauty, embodied here by the beautiful woods.

  • Rookie Murugan Subramanian (7/2/2014 3:02:00 AM)

    Lovely one. I loved it reading in schooldays, some 15 yrs ago.. I m equally enthused to read it now. (Report) Reply

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